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"Alright vod, let's get you into your bunk so you don't crash in the holding cells. I hate to say it but you might want to stay out the vents until your arms healed up a bit. If you want I can clear the bunk room and sit on watch for a bit if that would help?"
If Bite wasn't already cautious of the situation in the guard, he was doubly so now. The only relief is that at least as a medic, he can be there to help his brothers put themselves back together again. Even if it is harder when most of those brothers still see you as an outsider in their home.
"You can rest for now, vod. I've got your six."
:Incoming Transmission from: Coruscant Guard Holding ward:
We need any available medic to head down to the Holding Wards and tend to our local vent cryptid. Di'kut got into a brawl with someone from Bacara's lot and our on-hand medics are tending to the the Marines who jumped in.
- @corrie-guard-tumbler
"Medic Bite, on route, Over"
Bite stands quickly from where he'd been sat talking with one of the other medics in the mess.
"I've got this one. Flag it to the medbay in case things got extra rough, and I'll comm you when I have the facts."
Bite turns on his heel and starts running full pelt towards the holding wards. He'd only met Tumbler once, but after memorising his file, he was already trying to sort out a plan in his head.
As Bite skid around the final corner, he was greeted with the sight of injured brothers and very tired medics trying to stop someone from continuing the fight.
Turning to the trooper on duty at the entrance, he asked where to find Tumbler and was pointed to a dazed and injured looking vod in the back corner of the room.
Weaving around the clones still scattered around the space, Bite finally reached the corner Tumbler was pressed into.
"Hey vod, it's Bite. What happened? What do you need?"